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Topic 18 · 788 responses · archived october 2000
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~ratthing seed
the rules are simple: each response should be 5 words long. and all of the responses should be able to be linked together to form a story!
~ratthing #1
It was a dark and
~autumn #2
musty closet they found themselves
~ratthing #3
eating in. Pizza and rat
~riette #4
thingies. Tasty thingies, those.
~autumn #5
So anyway, they decided to
~ratthing #6
leave the closet and head
~autumn #7
to the bomb shelter for
~KitchenManager #8
a quick game of Monopoly.
~riette #9
But it was boring with
~KitchenManager #10
no extra bananas or ice
~riette #11
to mash up inside
~stacey #12
their panties. So they crawled
~KitchenManager #13
out of the closet towards
~riette #14
the bed. Under it they
~ratthing #15
found what appeared to be
~autumn #16
funky little pieces of
~riette #17
baby crap. How these got
~KitchenManager #18
under the grilled cheese sandwiches
~riette #19
nobody knew. But hunger is
~KitchenManager #20
is an obvious choice for
~autumn #21
people without food. So they
~KitchenManager #22
ate dinner and built a
~autumn #23
model airplane to hang in
~KitchenManager #24
the refrigerator with both of
~autumn #25
the model Panzer tanks. Next
~KitchenManager #26
to the pickled turkey gizzards,
~stacey #27
sat the Commandant, with four
~KitchenManager #28
inches of salami extruding from
~stacey #29
his left ear. Under the
~KitchenManager #30
tattoo of Great Britain he
~autumn #31
had an extra finger growing
~KitchenManager #32
there as well. Now, however,
~ratthing #33
both the finger and tattoo
~riette #34
popped off in what seemed
~KitchenManager #35
to be a defensive measure
~riette #36
against acute bodily disintegration.
~ratthing #37
Terrified, the homosexual midgets that
~riette #38
were admiring the tattoo, dashed
~autumn #39
out to their waiting car.
~riette #40
The got in, closed the
~ratthing #41
open festering wound on the
~KitchenManager #42
Real Doll that came in
~terry #43
with the extra orifices included
~KitchenManager #44
(at no extra charge) for
~autumn #45
the FE secretions! What a
~riette #46
bloody mess. Now somebody would
~ratthing #47
normally be repulsed by this
~autumn #48
but we are just amused.
~riette #49
Rolling on the floor laughing
~stacey #50
at the five-toed sloth that
~ratthing #51
looked as if it had
~autumn #52
just gorged itself on a
~terry #53
nice, big, fat potato patty
~riette #54
with some dip to go
~terry #55
along with it, ya know.
~riette #56
Then the following thing happened:
~ratthing #57
Time, as we know it
~KitchenManager #58
backed up a step, turned
~ratthing #59
back two centuries, then began
~riette #60
the singing of the famous
~riette #61
Z�rich gay choir.
~autumn #62
Then they all went straight
~ratthing #63
and obsessed over pornographic images
~riette #64
of naked turtles in Gstaad.
~wolf #65
Centuries later, the turtles are
~riette #66
taken to Hollywood, where they
~KitchenManager #67
make money at being naked.
~riette #68
One of these famous turtles
~KitchenManager #69
sold statuettes of his own
~autumn #70
Naked Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
~riette #71
The fortune they made from
~autumn #72
their honey mustard empire was
~riette #73
handed over to the Swiss
~ratthing #74
Cheese Authority, which is responsible
~riette #75
for punching holes in them.
~KitchenManager #76
Never ones to be discouraged,
~terry #77
they ordered a revolutionary punch
~KitchenManager #78
bowl to use as a
~ratthing #79
odd sex toy to attempt
~KitchenManager #80
the political coup of the
~riette #81
White House.
~autumn #82
Easily accomplished with a cigar,
~KitchenManager #83
and navigated through the hallways,
~riette #84
in all SORTS of ways
~autumn #85
at all SORTS of times
~riette #86
and sordidly.
~stacey #87
But on the eve of
~riette #88
the attacks from Mars, they
~terry #89
put Monica on the lawn
~stacey #90
calling out all of the
~riette #91
cigars that didn't have sex
~KitchenManager #92
but really, really wanted to.
~riette #93
Now president Clit-on stepped forward....
~KitchenManager #94
tripping over the old Ford
~riette #95
advert lying on the pavement.
~autumn #96
Helping Monica to her knees,
~KitchenManager #97
thereafter introducing her to the
~riette #98
Spice Girls, dressed in their
~terry #99
bras and skimpy panties only.
~KitchenManager #100
Feeling as overdressed as always,
~riette #101
pouting like constipated horse backsides,
~KitchenManager #102
and wagging their tails likewise,
~wolf #103
they strutted the lawn while
~KitchenManager #104
having their own patches of
~stacey #105
insidious-looking welts and lesions that
~KitchenManager #106
generally have the ability to
~terry #107
tend-to heal up rather quickly
~KitchenManager #108
especially considering all of the
~autumn #109
bacteria that thrive in there.
~wolf #110
CDC is researching their immune
~autumn #111
enhancing properties, in the hopes
~KitchenManager #112
that they may enhance our
~sonja #113
sense of vision? (not very good with this sort a' thing)
~wolf #114
Sense of vision, yes. Because
~KitchenManager #115
one cannot truly see until
~sonja #116
one opens one's eyes.
~KitchenManager #117
Therefore, taking the CDC's lead,
~jgross #118
smearing some on my eyes,
~riette #119
and both my....toe nails
~wolf #120
I quickly followed the turtles
~terry #121
down to the raging river
~jgross #122
and drank it right up
~sonja #123
before resuming my journey to
~wolf #124
the flip side. Once there,
~sonja #125
I felt hungry, so I
~stacey #126
began carving BitOHoney's out of
~KitchenManager #127
my dog Sparky, the pride
~sonja #128
of the neighbourhood. He tasted
~wolf #129
french fries with mustard and
~jgross #130
parsley and a pear tree.
~wolf #131
*laugh* I didn't feel well so
~jgross #132
I hung with the wolves
~autumn #133
and retched behind a shrub.
~sonja #134
(LOL) I got up and yawned.
~autumn #135
After pouring myself a drink,
~KitchenManager #136
and buying a round for
~autumn #137
some of my best friends,
~KitchenManager #138
I looked down only to
~wolf #139
find my shoelaces tied together.
~KitchenManager #140
"What a bitch!" I shouted
~KitchenManager #141
at the midgets and the
~jgross #142
ducklings they were sheepishly chasing
~KitchenManager #143
over the hills and through
~jgross #144
heroic doses of psilocybin mushrooms
~wolf #145
where they collapsed. I say
~riette #146
once more, "What a bitch!"
~KitchenManager #147
"Damned straight and fuckin' a!"
~KitchenManager #148
responded the ducklings in unison.
~autumn #149
After finally untying my shoelaces,
~KitchenManager #150
and publicly adjusting myself, I
~autumn #151
made my way to the
~wolf #152
Port-O-John, located conveniently next to
~autumn #153
the boarded-up snowball stand.
~KitchenManager #154
Knocking twice before opening the
~autumn #155
flimsy door, I was surprised
~wolf #156
to find myself already there.
~TIM #157
"What are you doing here?"
~wolf #158
I said to myself. Then
~TIM #159
I realized that I was
~TIM #160
looking in a mirror at
~wolf #161
this beast I didn't recognize.
~TIM #162
I realized that it wasn't
~riette #163
a practical thing to be.
~KitchenManager #164
And even less practical is
~riette #165
not being that unpractical thing.
~ratthing #166
Practically speaking, the french elves
~PT #167
made their dough, and kneaded
~KitchenManager #168
the buttocks of the elf
~riette #169
pummeling it all the way.
~KitchenManager #170
Over the river and through
~terry #171
the dale and under the
~KitchenManager #172
purple mountains majesty, the parade
~riette #173
followed the road to the
~ratthing #174
scene of the gruesome butchering
~KitchenManager #175
of all the king's men
~terry #176
and all the kings arses
~riette #177
farted together in perfect harmony.
~KitchenManager #178
Which of course, meant that
~riette #179
a great and holy aroma
~terry #180
wafted from the arena football
~KitchenManager #181
arena when one of the
~ratthing #182
group of wer's women suddenly
~KitchenManager #183
started liking him the way
~riette #184
he would like being liked.
~KitchenManager #185
Or was that being licked?
~autumn #186
Well, as I was saying,
~MarciaH #187
Autumn, we are all ears!
~autumn #188
It's been a long time
~MarciaH #189
No time like the present...
~MarciaH #190
'Twas Dark and Stormy Night...
~terry #191
And the creek started to rise up . . .
~MarciaH #192
My boat had a hole...
~autumn #193
and the paddles floated away.
~MarciaH #194
They were up the creek...
~MarciaH #195
Dispair was quickly setting in
~autumn #196
when, ahead in the distance,
~MarciaH #197
was it??? Could it be...?
~SBRobinson #198
It was! A great big...
~autumn #199
St. Bernard with a bottle
~MarciaH #200
We were saved! But...LOOK!!!
~SBRobinson #201
With the St. Bernard was,
~MarciaH #202
The Abominable snowman lunging at
~autumn #203
the Loch Ness monster, visible
~SBRobinson #204
through the telescope, attached to
~autumn #205
the prow of our boat.
~SBRobinson #206
The boat was pink and
~MarciaH #207
sinking rapidly into the sea
~autumn #208
We swam towards the shore
~MarciaH #209
chased by an enormous menacing
~wolf #210
shark, a great big white
~SBRobinson #211
It raced forward, jaws snapping
~MarciaH #212
spurring us onward faster still
~autumn #213
until, panting, we flopped onshore.
~MarciaH #214
Exhausted, we slept till sunrise
~wolf #215
despite the strange noises from
~SBRobinson #216
the wild tropical birds flying
~MarciaH #217
over the erupting volcano
~AotearoaKiwi #218
as the ground shook the
~MarciaH #219
and the earth opened up.
~wolf #220
But we were wore-out, nothing
~MarciaH #221
left to do but pray
~SBRobinson #222
that we would be rescued
~AotearoaKiwi #223
In the meantime a new
~SBRobinson #224
problem arose. We were attacked
~autumn #225
by killer bees swarming us
~MarciaH #226
but instead of stinging us
~SBRobinson #227
they burst into song; "Oklahoma..."
~MarciaH #228
accompanied by their whirring wings
~SBRobinson #229
& a flock of nearby geese.
~MarciaH #230
honking and buzzing was deafening
~autumn #231
so we killed them all.
~SBRobinson #232
Stranded on a deserted island,
~wolf #233
I'm sure glad I had
~SBRobinson #234
a sexy Navy Seal to
~MarciaH #235
share the dark of night
~SBRobinson #236
and protect me from harm.
~MarciaH #237
which was lurking in the
~SBRobinson #238
dark, creepy night. A breeze
~autumn #239
stirred over our sweaty, naked
~SBRobinson #240
toes. Luckily, i had painted
~wolf #241
them neon green so that
~SBRobinson #242
i could find them in
~autumn #243
the dark. On the island
~wolf #244
there were many caves and
~MarciaH #245
bats and other crawly things
~SBRobinson #246
That SEAL came in handy. (bug killing detail)
~MarciaH #247
He was the Navy's finest
~SBRobinson #248
and my personal hero. Unfortunately,
~MarciaH #249
Because he brought along a
~SBRobinson #250
Big Bird doll, i thought
~wolf #251
does he have any friends?
~SBRobinson #252
Maybe Bert and Ernie? Or
~wolf #253
someone without a big bird?
~SBRobinson #254
Like another Navy SEAL? or
~MarciaH #255
even a geologist with a
~MarciaH #256
(This is getting hilarious!!!)
~SBRobinson #257
Blue Tooth named Harold. So,
~MarciaH #258
taking up my rock hammer
~SBRobinson #259
i put up the hammick
~MarciaH #260
Harold motioned to join me
~autumn #261
but brought Big Bird too.
~SBRobinson #262
*Laughing* So i brought Bert & Ernie
~wolf #263
and Oscar the Grouch who
~SBRobinson #264
sneezed and sprayed cookie crumbs
~MarciaH #265
all over the jellyfish I
~wolf #266
had just rescued from the
~MarciaH #267
clutches of a huge hungry
~wolf #268
giant turtle who was at
~MarciaH #269
was basking just off shore
~wolf #270
but close enough to me
~MarciaH #271
to bite my finger off
~autumn #272
We roasted the jellyfish and
~MarciaH #273
made a sauce from the
~SBRobinson #274
left over cookie crumbs. Next,
~autumn #275
took a hike to investigate
~SBRobinson #276
the alligator swamp near by.
~wolf #277
I wish Steve Irwin was
~SBRobinson #278
here, but alas, he was
~MarciaH #279
one swamp ahead of us
~SBRobinson #280
wearing Bert & Ernie underwear.
~MarciaH #281
tucked into his turban which
~SBRobinson #282
gave him a huge wedgie. (*snicker* i couldnt resist) ;-)
~wolf #283
*LAUGH* So, I continued with my
~MarciaH #284
*laughing too hard to see my monitor* scavaging for dinner on the
~SBRobinson #285
beach. Luckily i found three
~autumn #286
crocodile eggs and fried them.
~SBRobinson #287
Yum, yum! they were tasty
~wolf #288
but mama croc wasn't happy!
~SBRobinson #289
So i killed her and
~wolf #290
made a nice handbag to
~MarciaH #291
coin purses from the kids
~SBRobinson #292
& hat with the left overs.
~autumn #293
How very chic I looked!
~MarciaH #294
and no place to go
~SBRobinson #295
but up a tree and
~wolf #296
knock down some coconuts and
~SBRobinson #297
make a coconut bra. However,
~MarciaH #298
looking around for a skirt
~wolf #299
I found the most interesting
~MarciaH #300
length of snakeskin with the
~wolf #301
fangs still attached. I also
~MarciaH #302
made earrings out of the
~autumn #303
pretty shells I found beachcombing.
~MarciaH #304
and made a shark tooth
~wolf #305
hatchet so i could easily
~MarciaH #306
carve myself an ornament for
~MarciaH #307
notching my bedpost each time
~SBRobinson #308
the 'caught' the Navy SEAL.
~autumn #309
LOL! I was pretty proud of
~MarciaH #310
my rapport with marine animals
~SBRobinson #311
*giggling* in uniform and out. However,
~MarciaH #312
This SEAL brought a friend
~MarciaH #313
whose green bean casserole was
~wolf #314
topped with those cruncy things
~SBRobinson #315
and bacon bits. We ate
~wolf #316
until we were stuffed before
~MarciaH #317
we noticed lurking in shadows
~autumn #318
an elephant seal, who challenged
~SBRobinson #319
the Navy Seal to Limbo Contest.
~wolf #320
I thought this should be
~SBRobinson #321
a fun way to check
~autumn #322
out who was more limber.
~SBRobinson #323
Not to mention their abs!
~MarciaH #324
Seal knees are famous for
~SBRobinson #325
their curly, pretty hair, that
~wolf #326
can be braided in three
~MarciaH #327
corn rows complete with beads
~MarciaH #328
that dangle around their ankles
~wolf #329
*giggling* and make little jingling sounds.
~MarciaH #330
The evny of all who
~wolf #331
could hear it over the
~autumn #332
dull roar of the surf.
~wolf #333
Found an empty turtle shell
~MarciaH #334
just the right size for
~autumn #335
a cup. I poured some
~MarciaH #336
intoxicating liquid for both SEAL
~SBRobinson #337
and seal, and then myself.
~autumn #338
We quickly became intoxicated and
~MarciaH #339
danced by the light of
~SBRobinson #340
a firefly. Until we heard
~MarciaH #341
a Marimaba band coming closer
~MarciaH #342
accompanied by 50 trumpeting elephants
~SBRobinson #343
all wearing pink tutus, and
~MarciaH #344
large purple hats with ostrich
~SBRobinson #345
feathers dyed green, orange and
~wolf #346
yellow. The parade finished out
~SBRobinson #347
with a Tucan Sam clutching a
~MarciaH #348
with a resplendant fire engine
~MarciaH #349
lol ROTF kmfita
~MarciaH #350
followed by street sweepers from
~SBRobinson #351
London. They magically disappeared when (what is kmfita?) :-)
~MarciaH #352
(kicking my feet in the air) a brigade of Blues and Royals
~SBRobinson #353
stopped in to have tea. (ahh... *kicking right back at 'cha*)
~MarciaH #354
with the Queen at the
~SBRobinson #355
bea hive, nesseled nearby. We
~wolf #356
found bees in our bonnets.
~MarciaH #357
and honey in our money
~SBRobinson #358
and rocks in our socks
~autumn #359
and it was all good.
~SBRobinson #360
(espically the Wiskey) Soon we
~wolf #361
found ourselves at the foot
~SBRobinson #362
of a huge mountain. It
~wolf #363
had smoke coming from the
~MarciaH #364
the foot and summit caldera
~wolf #365
. Seal wanted to know what
~MarciaH #366
that gooey stuff felt like
~wolf #367
so he climbed up and
~MarciaH #368
stuck his tool into the
~SBRobinson #369
hot moist center. He hickuped
~MarciaH #370
belching flaming fumes dragon-like
~SBRobinson #371
in their heat. I saw
~MarciaH #372
visions of the lost Atlantis
~SBRobinson #373
& Disneyland Paris -which made me
~wolf #374
*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA* laugh with girlish delight and
~MarciaH #375
grabbing a lollipop I boarded
~SBRobinson #376
a nearby camel & set off
~autumn #377
for the caldera's hot interior.
~SBRobinson #378
The camel's name was
~MarciaH #379
Madame Pele and I knew I
~SBRobinson #380
was in trouble because she
~MarciaH #381
made the ground quake violently
~SBRobinson #382
Thankfully, the Navy SEAL was able
~MarciaH #383
to offer Pele a virgin
~SBRobinson #384
-himself (much to my shock!)
~MarciaH #385
Struggling mightily she pulled him
~SBRobinson #386
back from the edge, determined
~autumn #387
to spare him certain death.
~SBRobinson #388
and if i was lucky,
~wolf #389
I'd get to him first!
~SBRobinson #390
He was quite Hot from
~MarciaH #391
struggles with Pele, but hungered
~SBRobinson #392
for vegetable soup and perhaps
~autumn #393
a goathead floating in it.
~SBRobinson #394
Where we'd get the goat
~MarciaH #395
He's Greek! He goes nowhere
~wolf #396
without wearing his special thermal
~SBRobinson #397
mittens. His fingers were so
~MarciaH #398
delicate they could discern detail
~MarciaH #399
***oops, make that sensitive, not delicate!
~SBRobinson #400
invisible to the naked eye.
~autumn #401
After chopping off his head,
~wolf #402
and watching it run around
~autumn #403
we prepared a delicious stew.
~MarciaH #404
complete with a large salad
~wolf #405
and coconut dressing on the
~MarciaH #406
side. French bread was served
~autumn #407
with a wheel of Camembert,
~MarciaH #408
and luscious sweet ripe mangoes
~SBRobinson #409
we picked ourselves. Soon we
~wolf #410
found ourselves full and sleepy.
~MarciaH #411
and on soft grass under
~SBRobinson #412
a mango tree. There were
~MarciaH #413
a zillion fruit flies there (Hey, I know these things - we have mango trees along some highways!)
~SBRobinson #414
Our fly swatter had a
~MarciaH #415
handsome bone handle set with
~SBRobinson #416
pretty pink sea shells. It
~wolf #417
was at least a foot
~MarciaH #418
~MarciaH #419
longer than Seal's. It worked
~SBRobinson #420
beautifully, despite the big hole.
~MarciaH #421
in the back where the
~SBRobinson #422
splinters were particularily sharp. We
~wolf #423
laid some coconut hulls in
~MarciaH #424
the pattern of an elaborate
~SBRobinson #425
Tic Tac Toe board. Next,
~wolf #426
we had to find the
~SBRobinson #427
little pink bottle Genie lived
~wolf #428
in before she moved in
~MarciaH #429
with the Navy SEAL. Where
~SBRobinson #430
Major Nelso found her and
~MarciaH #431
Thinking quickly won her in
~SBRobinson #432
a minute by kissing her
~MarciaH #433
Violins played. Dolphins danced. Euphoria
~SBRobinson #434
filled the night. The AirForce
~wolf #435
painted the scene on an
~SBRobinson #436
old canvas left over from
~wolf #437
a FedX box that washed
~SBRobinson #438
ashore & was bleached dry by
~wolf #439
the salt, sun, and wind.
~SBRobinson #440
CHAPTER FOUR A New Beginning:
~MarciaH #441
Deep in the woods of
~SBRobinson #442
100 Acres, there lived a
~MarciaH #443
Lovely young maiden of wealth
~MarciaH #444
three eyes and a pet groundhog
~SBRobinson #445
who wore a yellow ribbon
~SBRobinson #446
& gold pearl earrings on
~MarciaH #447
her peachy pink ear lobes.
~SBRobinson #448
They were stunning. How she
~MarciaH #449
wished he would return! Long
~SBRobinson #450
lonely months she had waited
~MarciaH #451
lamenting her lost knight in
~SBRobinson #452
Sleeping Beauty's Castle. He had
~MarciaH #453
taken the key to her
~wolf #454
(ok, i've completely lost track of this tale)
~SBRobinson #455
(we started a new chapter ....location is now a castel rather than island)
~MarciaH #456
Chastity Belt when he went
~MarciaH #457
On the Crusades leaving her
~wolf #458
alone with his disabled valet.
~MarciaH #459
"Pox!" she cried in vexation.
~wolf #460
His only disability was his
~SBRobinson #461
inability to quote Shakespeare properly.
~MarciaH #462
His love was obvious, but
~SBRobinson #463
alas, she loved another. So
~MarciaH #464
Heart-broken he rode off seeking
~SBRobinson #465
his own true love. He
~MarciaH #466
was still disguised as a
~wolf #467
loch ness monstor wearing a
~MarciaH #468
kilt, Glengary cap and sporran
~SBRobinson #469
-causing the ladies to swoon (hi Marcia! missed you *blowing kiss*)
~MarciaH #470
A gentle breeze lifted his (EsBee, I got your messages but was unable to return them.I'll be back! We NEED to do lunch!)
~SBRobinson #471
kilt, showing off his large *wicked laugh* ;-P
~MarciaH #472
(you are SO naughty) ego and the reason for
~SBRobinson #473
so many racing female hearts ;-P
~MarciaH #474
A surprise breeze caught him
~SBRobinson #475
unawares, and he shivered in
~MarciaH #476
anguish as he tried to
~SBRobinson #477
block the cold wind from
~MarciaH #478
freezing his assets. Suddenly a
~SBRobinson #479
beautiful young nymph appeared before
~MarciaH #480
a pond with a serpent
~SBRobinson #481
clasped in her hand. It
~MarciaH #482
had a long tail and
~wolf #483
*LAUGH* eyes that could steal your
~MarciaH #484
soul. Despite the scales on
~SBRobinson #485
it's nose, it had a
~MarciaH #486
pompon on his impressively huge
~SBRobinson #487
wart, which looked remarkably like
~MarciaH #488
Queen Victoria in high dugeon
~SBRobinson #489
after secretly kissing Mr. Brown.
~MarciaH #490
They were secluded and apart
~MarciaH #491
wrestling in the undergrowth for
~wolf #492
the set of keys to
~SBRobinson #493
the secret meeting room, where
~MarciaH #494
her lace chamise had fallen
~SBRobinson #495
to the floor, leaving her
~MarciaH #496
quite compromised. He offered her
~SBRobinson #497
Chocolate, roses and love notes
~paula #498
scrawled in blood. An amputated
~SBRobinson #499
limb lay beside her on
~paula #500
her bed of nails. Aghast,
~SBRobinson #501
she scrambled away towards the
~terry #502
dusty desert cactus flower patch
~MarciaH #503
brushing aside the occasional repulsive
~paula #504
iguanas that swarmed her path.
~MarciaH #505
Gadzooks! She shouted as a
~paula #506
particularly hairy creature with terrifying
~terry #507
dreadlocks and particularly dark skin
~SBRobinson #508
rushed towards her! In vain
~MarciaH #509
she crept as her dress
~SBRobinson #510
flowed daintly around her elegant (Hi Marcia!!)
~wolf #511
toenails. But, wait, she heard
~bayouvetty #512
screaming coming from the yellow
~visitor #513
banana bird perched on the
~wolf #514
*laugh* (sorry, the image was just too funny)
~bayouvetty #515
Lotus tree. Suddenly, without warning
~SBRobinson #516
a purple people eater sprang
~bayouvetty #517
up and cried "Never staple
~SBRobinson #518
when you can glue! She
~visitor #519
then danced and danced and
~bayouvetty #520
danced with her best friend's
~SBRobinson #521
pet monkey, Ivan. He was
~visitor #522
a startling handsome, if somewhat
~SBRobinson #523
hairy creature -covered in fleas
~bayouvetty #524
and dreamily licking a big }:o)
~SBRobinson #525
;-) banana the size of a
~wolf #526
*LAUGH* submarine. It was the same
~bayouvetty #527
size as the one used
~SBRobinson #528
by John Lenon in the
~bayouvetty #529
bathtub. Meanwhile, back at the
~SBRobinson #530
ranch, the monkey was very
~bayouvetty #531
much in need of a
~visitor #532
salad. Not the kind where
~SBRobinson #533
scary items masqueraded as vegetables,
~bayouvetty #534
Rather, the kind where dressing
~SBRobinson #535
was abundant and tomatoes were
~wolf #536
both a fruit and vegetable.
~visitor #537
The kind of salad other
~bayouvetty #538
folks might enjoy at a
~wolf #539
Renaissance Festival. But, of course
~bayouvetty #540
no one could have forseen
~wolf #541
the catastrophic event that was
~bayouvetty #542
to be the monkey's final
~SBRobinson #543
act of betrayal. It was
~bayouvetty #544
Ivan's brother Ringo, you see
~SBRobinson #545
who had noticed the great
~bayouvetty #546
grandmother's frustration at the monkey's
~SBRobinson #547
obbession with purple flowers. He
~bayouvetty #548
gave lilacs to everyone he
~wolf #549
shared bananas with. Grandmother always
~bayouvetty #550
felt the need to wear
~visitor #551
rubber undergarments because of this.
~bayouvetty #552
The monkey, in a drunken
~CherylB #553
stupor smoked an overripe banana
~bayouvetty #554
til his lips were numb.
~wolf #555
*LAUGH* "That's what you get, Monkey."
~bayouvetty #556
replied grandma, AKA Sister Agatha-
~wolf #557
who went down in history
~terry #558
101 class after passing his
~bayouvetty #559
Kidney stone. Soon after that
~SBRobinson #560
the monkey started showing signs
~visitor #561
to passing motorists as he
~bayouvetty #562
hitchhiked to a Phish show.
~CherylB #563
An icecream truck stopped to
~bayouvetty #564
get directions and was surprised
~wolf #565
to learn that the monkey
~bayouvetty #566
hates Phish food. He prefers
~CherylB #567
chunky monkey when it's available
~bayouvetty #568
*LOL* in Argentina, which is where
~SBRobinson #569
he lived with his new
~bayouvetty #570
speech therapist. She is trying
~SBRobinson #571
to teach him to gargle
~bayouvetty #572
while humming the theme from
~CherylB #573
"Peter Gunn" in C major
~SBRobinson #574
The monkey was very proficent
~bayouvetty #575
at Scrabble. Conversely, he sucked
~SBRobinson #576
at Life. Clue was his
~bayouvetty #577
Tim Curry film. Miss Scarlet
~SBRobinson #578
was the monkey's life long
~bayouvetty #579
au pair. They always traveled
~CherylB #580
incognito during this time of
~SBRobinson #581
year. The monkey was very
~bayouvetty #582
secretive with his new found
~wolf #583
fetish. So secretive was he
~bayouvetty #584
that he soon forgot all
~SBRobinson #585
about his banana. This was
~wolf #586
completely against everything he knew.
~bayouvetty #587
At last he knew what
~CherylB #588
unadulterated bliss was all about.
~SBRobinson #589
Being a Char Monkey. It
~bayouvetty #590
*LOL*-you're on a CM roll today :o)
~bayouvetty #591
was, of course, his duty (oops...I didn't mean to submit that all by it's self...)
~SBRobinson #592
to guard the sacred temple (LOL! it's cause he's such a cute little Char-Monkey) ;-)
~bayouvetty #593
from wanton jollyhose throwing strumpets.
~SBRobinson #594
The strumpets' jollyhose were very (okay -now we've totally confused everyone who does keep up with the news at Drool) ;-)
~bayouvetty #595
stretched out from too much sod 'em ;o}
~CherylB #596
overindulgence in the sacred places
~bayouvetty #597
Being a dutiful char monkey,
~wolf #598
he carefully replaced those things
~SBRobinson #599
with yellow sunflowers and new
~bayouvetty #600
riding chaps. Now it's off
~SBRobinson #601
to the wine festival where
~bayouvetty #602
sampling certain sauternes seems sexy.
~SBRobinson #603
However, the wine was not
~CherylB #604
even a very good vintage
~SBRobinson #605
so the char monkey decided
~wolf #606
to make his own. He
~bayouvetty #607
had nubile virgins crushing grapes
~SBRobinson #608
with Lucy Ricardo when suddenly
~bayouvetty #609
Ricky sang "Baba Loo." That's
~SBRobinson #610
when the monkey knew he
~CherylB #611
was out of his depth
~bayouvetty #612
quickly he tugged at his
~SBRobinson #613
wet shirt and said "Happy
~bayouvetty #614
groundhog day!!" But he didn't
~SBRobinson #615
know that it was really
~bayouvetty #616
dirty. He thought he should
~SBRobinson #617
drink more wine, so he
~bayouvetty #618
popped his cork and guzzled
~SBRobinson #619
WOW! that wasnt wine -it
~bayouvetty #620
must have been relly old
~SBRobinson #621
whiskey. The monkey was so
~bayouvetty #622
ambivilant to all the happenings
~CherylB #623
he rolled over to sleep
~bayouvetty #624
at last. He awoke feeling
~wolf #625
refreshed and ready to try
~SBRobinson #626
anything! First, he signed up
~bayouvetty #627
for bungee (sp?) jumping. After successfully
~CherylB #628
repelling his way to the
~wolf #629
bottom of Mt Everest, he
~SBRobinson #630
got a tatoo of the
~CherylB #631
secret society of tea sippers
~wolf #632
*laugh* which ran the length of
~SBRobinson #633
his very manely and impressive
~SBRobinson #634
ROTF -hello spell check! that would be: His very Manly and Impressive
~bayouvetty #635
proboscis. He was proud of
~SBRobinson #636
the way it glowed in
~bayouvetty #637
technicolor. He never saw the
~SBRobinson #638
lovely female monkey with the
~bayouvetty #639
rockin' caboose. She usually stayed
~CherylB #640
in the shade to insure
~SBRobinson #641
her lily white skin was
~wolf #642
always wrinkle-free and soft.
~bayouvetty #643
She would venture to Karaoke
~CherylB #644
to sing her favorites only
~bayouvetty #645
when the moon was full.
~SBRobinson #646
Today she was so excited
~bayouvetty #647
about attending the very first
~SBRobinson #648
showing of the EOR movie
~wolf #649
that she forgot to wear
~bayouvetty #650
jollyhose. Luckily, she sat beside
~SBRobinson #651
the Char monkey, and he
~wolf #652
was able to keep her
~visitor #653
and her jollyhose where they
~SBRobinson #654
would live happily ever after.
~wolf #655
*laugh* ok, i've got to ask, what is "jollyhose"? is that the end of this story?
~bayouvetty #656
I think "jollyhose" is a term Colin Firth used in an interview referring to undergarments he had recived by mail. (From adoring fans) There once was a taxidermist
~CherylB #657
who really wanted to be
~bayouvetty #658
nominated for a Nobel prize
~SBRobinson #659
he dreamed everyday that he
~wolf #660
would win. He decided to
~SBRobinson #661
live in London in a
~bayouvetty #662
Spotted Dick canning factory. People
~SBRobinson #663
often wonder why anyone would
~bayouvetty #664
name a snack food after
~CherylB #665
a delicately placed dermatological condition
~SBRobinson #666
This mystery kept him up
~bayouvetty #667
but he knew it wasn't
~zx6rider #668
the prize winner. So he
~SBRobinson #669
thought about how the new
~zx6rider #670
process for preserving a critter
~wolf #671
might be made possible with
~CherylB #672
limited expenditure of time involved
~bayouvetty #673
He displayed his critters at
~zx6rider #674
the World Series of Taxidermy
~wolf #675
Many people came and were
~bayouvetty #676
mortified at the positions he
~SBRobinson #677
placed the little monkeys in
~zx6rider #678
,but what really encited riot
~bayouvetty #679
was the baby seal holding
~zx6rider #680
~zx6rider #681
a club and a shotgun.
~wolf #682
He called it a statement but
~SBRobinson #683
it was really a very
~zx6rider #684
defined look at his psyche.
~bayouvetty #685
He went to lunch with
~visitor #686
several anatomically incorrect variants of
~SBRobinson #687
his extended family, only to
~zx6rider #688
discover he'd left home without
~bayouvetty #689
his breeches. He was releived
~wolf #690
to learn they weren't required.
~SBRobinson #691
when skinny dippin! It was
~wolf #692
such a cold day but
~SBRobinson #693
he really fancied a swim,
~wolf #694
so without further adieu (sp), he
~bayouvetty #695
took a deep breath and
~CherylB #696
plunged beneath the waves only
~SBRobinson #697
to discover a beautiful mermaid
~bayouvetty #698
toying with a sea cucumber.
~SBRobinson #699
She was very surprised to
~bayouvetty #700
receive a call from Mr.
~CherylB #701
Bubble on her very own
~SBRobinson #702
pink barbie phone, espically since
~bayouvetty #703
he died last year. Usually
~SBRobinson #704
when he met women, they
~bayouvetty #705
greeted him with a big
~CherylB #706
raspberry blown in his face.
~zx6rider #707
Today, as luck would have
~bayouvetty #708
Mr. Bubble is survived by
~bayouvetty #709
oops... disregard as Gena and I were typing at the same time ;o}
~SBRobinson #710
it, the mermaid was completely
~bayouvetty #711
fagged. She had been up
~zx6rider #712
partying with Nemo all night
~bayouvetty #713
at the Blow Fish Club.
~wolf #714
That didn't stop her from
~SBRobinson #715
hitting on the Char Monkey
~bayouvetty #716
with the cute arse. They
~SBRobinson #717
danced the night away and
~bayouvetty #718
ate sushi. Sadly, they were
~CherylB #719
stricken with seafood poisoning, alas,
~SBRobinson #720
and died. The End. Chapter 15 -
~wolf #721
*LAUGH* how sad!!! Though Mr. Bubbles was presumably
~SBRobinson #722
an imaginary character, he had (*Ha Ha Ha* i just couldnt resist ;-) i like the fresh start with Mr. Bubbles though!)
~bayouvetty #723
real life issues. His therapist
~SBRobinson #724
was Mr. Rogers. He warned
~bayouvetty #725
that "the land of Make-believe" (took a little poetic licence w/ the hyphen to keep it a 5 word story)
~zx6rider #726
was for Bush's campaign managers
~SBRobinson #727
and Kerry's christmas in Cambodia. (Hi zx6rider! let's try to keep this story unpolitical :-) i won't Kerry bash if you won't Bush bash!)
~bayouvetty #728
Mr. Bubble hoped to achieve
~wolf #729
political peace but, alas, his
~SBRobinson #730
hopes were in vain. He
~bayouvetty #731
started a chinchilla ranch in
~zx6rider #732
Waxahachie Texas, down the road
~bayouvetty #733
from Renee' Zellewgger's ex boyfriend
~SBRobinson #734
who liked her better blond.
~wolf #735
Mr. Bubbles did too and
~bayouvetty #736
told her so. She decided
~wolf #737
to seek the advice of
~zx6rider #738
Star Jones and Sandra Bullock
~bayouvetty #739
as they were authorities on
~wolf #740
this kind of thing. First,
~zx6rider #741
they went shopping, then they
~bayouvetty #742
had a Botox treatment. Everything
~wolf #743
was going as planned until
~bayouvetty #744
they ran into Cher at
~wolf #745
Hills and Dales. She had
~bayouvetty #746
just finished eating an enormous
~wolf #747
cheeseburger and 54 beers. They
~bayouvetty #748
made her feel bloated. She
~wolf #749
took Gas-X and was fine.
~zx6rider #750
Afterwards Star, Cher and Sandra
~bayouvetty #751
went to see Alice Cooper
~wolf #752
in concert at the local
~zx6rider #753
piano bar. They drank Cosmopolitans
~bayouvetty #754
with the Metro Gals as
~SBRobinson #755
they bemoaned the canceled premier.
~bayouvetty #756
Something was terribly wrong with
~SBRobinson #757
the monkey. He was so
~CherylB #758
clammy to the touch, it
~wolf #759
reminded the ladies of vacationing
~bayouvetty #760
in a morgue. They quickly
~SBRobinson #761
decided to move to a
~bayouvetty #762
bed and breakfast in Derbyshire.
~SBRobinson #763
Near the town of Lambton,
~wolf #764
~wolf #765
*oops* they met up with a
~SBRobinson #766
Six fingered Scots man named
~wolf #767
Six Fingerered B*****d. He was
~bayouvetty #768
known for always carrying a
~wolf #769
pair of mittens ready for
~bayouvetty #770
dinner. He was married to
~CherylB #771
a woman with three thumbs
~wolf #772
who was really talented at
~bayouvetty #773
oragami. She once folded someone's
~wolf #774
underpants into a sushi plate.
~visitor #775
Besides having three thumbs, she
~wolf #776
could contort her ears into
~visitor #777
various animals, like clowns make
~CherylB #778
animals from twisted up balloons.
~57loulou #779
~bayouvetty #780
They sat down to enjoy
~wolf #781
a piping hot cup of
~bayouvetty #782
lobster stew, the specialty of
~visitor #783
a former zoo where the
~wolf #784
only beast on display was
~bayouvetty #785
elusive tri-tongued gecco. Known for
~wolf #786
its innate ability to sense
~visitor #787
when something needed to be
~MarciaH #788
eaten from the wall lingually
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